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The dooropened, andWhizz entered.The scent of Chinese filled the room.Her mouthwatered, but she didn’t move as he kicked the doorclosed.

“I had to fight Steven forthis food.Cheeky fucker thought he could have at it.”

“You ordered enough to share.”She sat back, leaving enough room for him.On one of her thighs wasthe ink of a rose, the thorns spiking out.Getting ink became ahobby for her.Whenever the pain got too much for her she’d go andget some fresh ink or have some designs changed.

“I didn’t know what youliked.I got everything I liked then ordered enough for you.”Heset the box down.

She picked up the chopsticks andopened up the first carton of food.Inside were shrimp balls.Picking oneup, she took a bite as Whizz offered her a pot of sauce.

“Thank you.”

“I just realized I didn’teven ask you if you liked Chinese.”

“Good for you I do happen to loveChinese food.”She took another shrimp ball, biting into it aftershe slathered it with sauce.

Whizz ate the eggrolls, andtogether they started to eat the rest of the food.She’d left amovie on that looked like an action adventure.Looking over Whizz’shead, she watched the movie.Every now and then she was aware ofhis gaze on her.

When she could eat no more, shesettled away from the food.

“Are you done?”

She nodded.

“I’ll be back.”

Lacey watched him walk away.Lying down onthe bed she rubbed at her stomach, finally full.

He came back minutes later.“There’sgoing to be no leftovers.”

She chuckled, thinking about the clubattacking the fridge where their food was.

“There’s nothing you can do aboutthat.”

Whizz stared at her for severalseconds.She couldn’t look away.Her body heated remembering theway his lips felt on top of hers.She wanted him.Lacey missed thefeel of his rock hard cock sliding deep inside her.

You shouldn’t feel thatway about the man responsible for killing your club.

“I’m going to getwashed.”

She nodded.“Okay.”

It didn’t matter how much her headtold her she shouldn’t be wanting.Her body had completely otherideas.

Her pussy was slick with her cream.Sheclosed her eyes remembering the way he’d held her in the graveyard,the thrust of his hips as he drove inside her.Whizz didn’t holdher like she would break.He gripped her hips, pounding inside heras if she was a woman.She’d not been desired once.Dalton hadloved her, but he’d not desired her.At least she didn’t think hedid.In his gaze she had seen the pity whenever Dalton looked herway.She grew to hate that pity, despise it even.What happened toher shouldn’t define what people thought about her.

The shower stoppedrunning, andshe listened to Whizz move around.The movie had long lost anyappeal it had once had.The only interest she had was inWhizz.

He entered the bedroom going to hisdrawers.Seconds later he dropped the towel showing off his fineass.His body was covered in scars and muscle.Where she had goneunder the ink pen to try to hide her scars, Whizz picked upweights.His body was rock hard and his strength unlike anythingshe’d ever known.

In between his thighs she sawthe length of his cock dangling down.This was strangely intimate.She hadn’t seen him naked during their timetogether, yetthis was intimacy.

Whizz walked back to the bed, climbingin beside her.She didn’t even think to protest, not even thatfirst morning when she woke up beside him.

He started out at the end of the bedand slowly moved in behind her.She kept her gaze on the televisioneven though the movie made no sense.

“I’m sorry,” hesaid.

Looking behind her, she frowned.“Whatare you sorry about?”

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